His mind was indeed my library, and whenever it was opened to me, I entered bliss. — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“Almost immediately, I found the red door into the library. I opened it idly- and the breath stopped in my throat. It was the same room I remembered: the shelves, the lion-footed table, the white bass-relief of Clio. But now,… — Rosamund Hodge Copy Share Image
